It is perhaps in the fall when ancient memories stir most of all. The smell of fires and the dappled shade make way for sacred thoughts and long held longings for a pending frost.
A space of tranquility where past and present dwell and the dream of eternity is cast in a spell.
Much like embers blowing in the wind or falling leaves circling around your feet and limbs. This is a time of magic and more. A time to listen to your thoughts of before.
A time to prepare for the coming snow and a time to lay plans for the long winter show.
How many times have I been to this place, and how many more will there be in this space. But every moment is a joy and a pleasure. Every day a loving treasure. Only time can give us the answer.
Autumn my nemesis and my old friend. It is Autumn that welcomes me home once again.
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